Rain. . . Rain. . .

Clouds swiftly, suspiciously gather together with task.

They begin with a drop, wearing the little sprinkle mask.

All of they sudden they pour their souls out onto you,

Cleansing your soul, making it a whole person new.

Eternal buckets stream down,

On my nose, and all over my town.

Another delivery is made, right from the sky.

Lightning strikes, I don't know how or why.

The exciting, electrifying thrill fills me completely,

As the rain continues to sing, so sweetly.

I listen intently, as I count slowly to two,

Waiting for thunder, hoping it's not close, or maybe, just maybe, I do.